Death's Sting Poem by Paul Sebastian

O’ Death, where’s your sting?
Can you kill my spirit being?
When new life comes through death,
Satan, where’s your vengeful wrath?
Ha! Death is, indeed, inevitable!
It is the golden key to eternal life!
O’ Death where’s your firepower
When victory’s in total surrender?
Prince of Darkness, you must cower
Christ’s death, made man a conqueror
Hearts become wise through pain and tears
Strength comes through man’s weakness
Character comes through suffering
And character brings the joy of hoping
Death is not a loss but a prize won,
By a wink of an eye: in paradise, born.

You bring worry as thousand deaths
With fear: destroy man’s Godly faith
Countless many under you, slave
Still many alive, rushing to the grave
You deceived man of salvation history
Still walking many into the death-valley

Christ promised:
‘I am the resurrection and the life.
He who believes in Me, though he may die,
he shall live.’ John 11: 25

Christ on the Cross, paid ransom for many
His death, price of redemptive victory!
By His ignominious death, man is free!
O’ Sir Death, where’s your stinging victory?